[Bo Miao AU] Hua Xi

[July is the time of summer when flowers bloom. But the most beautiful thing is in the cold winter of January, when the flowers will wither on the first snowy night of winter, like the final extinguishment of a crumbling candle in the wilderness. That doesn't mean bleak, sad, cold or hopeless. The day when the flowers fade is the time when early spring breaks out of the ground.